I am far away,
The fog is in my way,
Heading home,
In dismay.
I'm coming
From afar
Your  home
Waiting for my return
I am coming
Back home to you

Gone away, Deep into the forest.
With the mist surrounding my vision.
Blurry,
I can't see but I know,
Theres a man looking at me.
Knocked out.
I wake up,
Abadoned house.
Its dusty.
I get up.
The wood below my feet
It creeks.
I walk.
I walk till I see that man.
Hes sitting on a couch
With blood on his hand.
Scared,
I run for my life.
Footsteps,
Footsteps behind me.
They feel as if they are coming,
Coming in every direction.
I look behind me.
He has a knife.
I  think.
I shouldn't have gone away,
So far away.
From home.
Trip on a stick.
Fall on my face.
Knife to my head.
Dead.

Here where prison is a place we call MountJoy
A young manboy just released
Shoots pool with plastic blue
Rosary beads
And fresh tattoo
And eyes on me
Runs his hand along his hard body
Says you see it done me good
Embraces everyone he meets
He knows he’s gonna keep
With this discipline
He knows that he can be
Anything he wants to be
Oh yes
Anyone he wants to be  
Loving father
Good
Good son
Puppy, shark
Rolled into one
He has a story
Lessons learned
And a new hard body
All hard earned
Feels the tides inside him sing
The tears , the blood
Psychiatry
The library
Emotions men pretend to hide
It all comes out
In the world
On the inside

Silent Dream
Wash away
The silence
At the bay
Sun is setting
Watch me go
With every season
If I feel the snow
Or if I feel the breeze,
Of the cold spring,
Or if the sun shine's,
In the summer dream,
Or if I touch the dead leaves
On the old cherry tree,
If anything happens...
I'm still in this silent dream.

Things don't make themselves
Words don't write themselves
Thats why we all have to put in a little more work
To make the world a better place
Gods words remind you
That everythings gonna be alright

Often I get lost in my mind
Inside deep thoughts
The sound of the ocean
The water flowing on the beach,
Each thing I think
A new idea
How I will do something
But I always get lost in thinking too much
Deep. Deeper.
The deepest I can go.
Swallowing.
The bad ideas
Every time I see a new Idea in my brain
I get lost in every bitter thing.

When all I see is darkness,
Your my light,
When all I see is hate,
Your there to be my mum and love me,
I love you,
Your the one who went through the pain so I could be born,
I'm more than thankful,
So with this poem,
I hope you understand how much I love you
When I'm a teen,
I might act as rude as others do,
But no matter what others do..
I will never hate you,
Your amazing,
And ...
I'm weird,
So are you,
I love you...
but your always gonna be the crazy funny mum you are,
I'M A BANNANA
YOUR A BANNANA
WERE ALL BANNANAS
I HAVE NO GRAMMER